Those stupid plants he planted are dead,
Like him, died of neglect, lack of love.
Held up in his room in the nursing home,
He cloistered himself in solitary confinement,
Withered like a creature lost in the desert.
Finally he died when no one remembered him,
When even he could not remember his name
The path to oblivion a slow dogged process.
I think oblivion is even more
I think oblivion is even more frightening than death.
J-Called
Thank you.
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